Is your self worth attached to a wall
Or in the hidden notes of clinking medals
Is it aroused by appreciative calls
Or buried in the vanity of pancake that a magazine peddles
Does your self worth dart behind the choicest insults
Or do you find it cowering at the foot of a bellow
Or have you, as time pedals on, learn to shield it
From the voices and noises that once contained it?
Buns and Corners 
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